Monday, July 27, 2015

Introduction to my book

When I tell
people I live in Mexico City, the response is often bewilderment shadowed with
trepidation. I’ve called Mexico City home since 1998. In that time I’ve seen it
grow and change—mostly for the better. As one of the biggest conglomerations of
human beings on the planet, its sheer size can be daunting, and everybody
(especially those who have never been here) has a crime or a pollution story,
the grittier the better. But as a resident explorer of the city for more than
15 years, I have come to know it well, to manage its complexities, to make it
enjoyable, even delectable.

What
started out as a collection of notes on my discoveries around town to share
with friends has grown into this guide, a love letter to my home town, known
here simply as Mexico or el DF (el day-effay), el Distrito Federal. It’s a
biased book, I admit, rooted in a love that accepts many imperfections without
overlooking them. I include a number of popular tourist sites that nobody
should miss, but also lesser-known places, neighborhoods, markets, and even a
specific street corner where you will find the best tamales. I don’t give long
descriptions of the most famous sights—I’ll assume the curious traveler can
figure that out—but I try to lead you into less likely corners. My opinions are
colored by my professional life as an artist and architect, my interest in good
food, and my love of great cities in general.

Mexico City
isn’t really beautiful like Paris or San Francisco—its gems lie in a matrix of
urban hysteria. It can delight and assault the senses with equal force, and
teasingly hide much of its allure behind massive old walls. With population
estimates as high as 25 million, the tumult of noise and activity can be
overwhelming, and the extremes of wealth and poverty unsettling. There is a
great deal of sensory input, and it takes some effort to sort it all out.

Unlike more
demure European or American cities, Mexico pours out onto its streets with
unrestrained exuberance. Color is everywhere: radiant magenta, acidic lime
green, or screeching yellow will suddenly appear on a wall or a shirt, a
balloon or a piece of fruit. Advertising is boldly painted directly on building
walls, creating a delightful, if disorienting, overabundance of visual
information. Hand-hewn stones, irregular surfaces, and cobbled streets give the
city an earthy physical texture. Cracks, bumps, gaps, and tilting walls,
evidence of many earthquakes, make the city
seem like a child’s drawing. And with zoning laws often ignored,
startling juxtapositions occur: a stately colonial building looms over a 60’s
gas station, or a high-rise apartment complex cuddles up to a humble taco stand. It is the capital of the unexpected.

Mexico City
has a great sound track, and I often stop to listen—it’s a very musical
country. Organ grinders wander about; it’s an old tradition that arrived with
Italian immigrants a century ago (give a tip—it’s their only source of income).
Singers accompany themselves with guitars and accordions in the streets, in
restaurants and in the metro. Every so often a marimba band will appear on the
sidewalk in front of my house. The ‘One Man Band’ is a regular in the
neighborhood where I work, his crude fanfare for trumpet and drum guaranteed to
wake you up from an afternoon slump. There’s a surprising number of birds here,
and on quiet holiday mornings I’ve been awakened by their song.

Market
vendors have their particular calls and cadences (called pregones), knife sharpeners have
their distinctive whistle (not to be confused with the whistle of the camotero who sells cooked sweet potatoes
in the evening). Even the garbage collectors have a particular sound, the
clanging of a metal bar, to announce their arrival. The recorded cries of “fiero Viejo” (old junk metal)
collectors, or “tamales Oaxaqueños”, with
their combination of humor and annoyance, are well known to all residents of
Mexico City. Many foreigners find the noise level unsettling, but volume and
cacophony are more often experienced as pleasure than annoyance by Mexicans -
visit Plaza Garibaldi one night to hear the mariachis and you will know what I
mean.

The city smells of life in earthy ways not found in more sanitized
places. Open food stalls are everywhere: a pervasive aroma of corn tortillas, roasting
meats, chilies, and garapiñados (nuts
cooked in caramelized sugar) are just a few of the pleasurable smells that mix
with the noxious exhaust of too many vehicles or clogged drainage pipes. Air
quality has been steadily improving over the past few years, however, and there
are many days with clear blue skies.

Mexico City
has a bit of an old-fashioned feel; it is comfortable with its long cultural
heritage, not terribly concerned with trends or fads. Old style barbershops,
wooden-door cantinas, dowdy ladies’ corset shops, and glass-bottle pharmacies
are found throughout the city, some of them untouched for 50 years or more.
Modern Mexico City also has plenty of slick, high-rise stuff, and lots of
super-rich people living behind walls, mostly in the western suburbs. Chic
hotels, elegant restaurants and designer stores are here, but they tend to have
the same global feeling as elsewhere. It’s the energy of living tradition that
makes this city distinctive.

You can
feel a deep sense of ancient history here. The faces of many people, the food,
and place names such as Chapultepec, Popocatepetl and Nezahualcoyotl reflect
its pre-Hispanic past. A sense of the world not changing and the embrace of
history give this city a special character, but with the forces of
globalization pounding at the gates, I don’t think it will last much longer.
It’s a good time to visit.

Mexico City is not for the
faint-hearted traveler. The air is polluted, the traffic is beyond belief, it’s
in an earthquake zone, and not far from a smoking volcano. You don’t come to
relax or “get away from it all.” You come to be seduced by a flourishing
700-year old culture, by people whose hearts are easily opened, and by the
sheer audacity of it all. Keep your senses alert and you, the curious traveler,
will be richly rewarded. I hope this book will enable you to discover Mexico
City, and to love it as I do.

I lived in DF from 1968-70 as a college student. I lived in Anzures and did lots of traveling on weekends and during school breaks. DF "only" had 8 million people then. I was there for the Olympics and the student shootings in the Plaza of Three Cultures, I was there when the metro opened and when they started to find Tenochtitlan ruins while building the metro tunnels. It is a city I love. I have travelled to other countries and seen lots of museums, but the Anthro museum in Chapultepec Park will always be my favorite in the world. Last year I flew into DF airport and the flight went right over the museum. I was so thrilled to see the view from the air. I just bought your book as I have a few days to spend there this fall. Thank you, I can already tell that it will be useful as there are so many changes since my last visit.

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Born in New York City, Jim Johnston grew up in the woods of New Hampshire. After studying architecture at the University of Virginia and graphic design at the School of Visual Arts, he worked as a professional artist and potter in New York City for 27 years. He moved to Mexico in 1997, where he continues working as an artist and writer. For more information visit the website: www.jimjohnstonart.com. You can e-mail me at this address: jimjohnstonart@gmail.com

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